Outcasts (Franada)

They were both outcasts, in a way. One was invisible to the world, while the other was regarded as an unwanted pervert. It was from the, exclusion from what was considered proper society, that they were perfect for each other. They were each other’s guards, while at the same time healing each other.

Little by little, one became visible to the world, also helping them from their shell of seclusion. The other showed the sweet, un-perverted side of the other, the side often mistaken for something completely different. Harsh reality did not exist in their world, insults and attacks leaving no marks on either.

But they did, for one would, almost every night, be found sobbing, the day’s insults echoing throughout his thoughts. And each night, the other would comfort them, whispering that each insult was a lie, that others were only jealous of what they shared.They would then lie in silence, holding each other close, no words needed for saying how much they loved the other.

For the other nights, the other would take charge, showing their love the best way they knew how. Passion filled hours would sound throughout their house, sounding out the love they had for each other, far more than the simple words of I love you ever could.